The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 136: No Sensation at All

The tiny newborn in his arms was curled up in the crook of his elbow, her cheeks a deep red, and her nose not yet fully formed.

He held her gingerly, afraid that even the slightest pressure might hurt her.

Just then, Ethan Sinclair approached, and as soon as he saw him coming out, he jumped up:

"Shaw, why are you out here? Who’s taking care of the Female Master inside?"

Ethan’s face was full of surprise as he rushed over to Caleb Shaw in a few steps, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the bundle in Caleb’s arms.

Since Caleb had come out, could he go in and take a look?

He knew the Female Master had a bad temper, and if he were to intrude recklessly, she might get angry.

Caleb shook his head: "The Female Master said not to let anyone near, she must be too tired and needs peace."

The servants were eager to take the child, but Caleb blocked them all.

"Don’t touch her."

The old butler stepped forward, trembling, his eyes red: "Master... we’ve finally made it to this day..."

He looked at the baby in Caleb’s arms with eyes full of gratitude.

He wiped the corner of his eye.

"I told you, didn’t I? There’s no reason for a female to hit a male. As long as the male behaves, and the female is happy, she’ll naturally give you a child."

Caleb stood there stunned, unable to speak.

He looked down at the child in his arms and then up at the old butler’s moist eyes, and suddenly a complex emotion surged in his heart.

This old butler was someone he brought from home, also considered a member of the family.

He watched Caleb grow up, fed him, helped him dress, stood guard outside his door at night, fearing he’d catch a cold and get a fever.

He once thought these were merely the duties of a servant, never truly experiencing the affection and loyalty within.

In the past, he always felt this person had limited vision, always pandering to the female.

No matter how willful Selene Kane was, he always advised Caleb to bear with it.

For a long time, he had little patience for this old man who had looked after him since childhood.

But now, in this quiet morning, at the moment of this new life’s arrival, he found himself seriously considering the old man’s words for the first time.

Were those notions of "compliance" and "forbearance," which he once scoffed at, truly meaningless?

But now, why did they suddenly seem to make a bit of sense?

Perhaps the true strong does not always rebel.

But bows their head at the right time.

"I understand now. From now on, I’ll listen to the Female Master."

These words were not just for the old butler to hear, more like a vow to himself.

The old butler’s eyes reddened instantly, and his voice trembled with emotion.

"It’s good that you understand! I’ve been through all this, and I won’t deceive you."

He raised his hand, wanting to touch the edge of the swaddle, but paused.

Finally, he simply brought his hands together in respect, giving a deep bow.

The sunlight slanted in from under the veranda, falling on the white strands of his hair.

"Look at this little girl, so cherished, and looks just like you when you were young."

Caleb couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Back then, his father often mentioned how he was as thin as a frail little kitten when he was born.

He couldn’t even open his eyes, his skin wrinkled, so light it was frightening to hold him.

The entire family gathered around the incubator, no one daring to speak.

At that time, even the elders of the clan privately shook their heads, saying his foundation was too weak, fearing he might not transform successfully.

Until the night of a sudden thunderstorm, when a bolt of violet lightning cleft the clouds.

Caleb suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils gleaming with a silvery-blue light, and his spiritual power surged out like a tide.

An S-level awakening, shocking the entire family.

From that day on, he was no longer the child feared to be unfit to live.

He became the only S-level talent in the Shaw Family in a century, a rare exception groomed with special attention.

"Please don’t tease me,"

Caleb said softly, a hint of helplessness in his tone, yet his gaze instinctively returned to his daughter’s face.

Her little face was tender and pink, her eyelids trembling slightly, and her nose was small and straight.

At that moment, he suddenly understood what the elders meant by "bloodline resemblance."

The old butler had already taken out a light-brain and snapped several photos of the child.

"Quick, let’s send these to the matriarch. The Shaw Family finally has an heir! This is the legitimate eldest daughter. If the old master finds out, he’d likely fly straight back from the sanatorium!"

Caleb’s heart suddenly shook at these words.

Having his own biological child felt entirely different.

He cared for the other children in the family too, sending them gifts.

But in facing his daughter, there was a deep, instinctive paternal love.

Just like now, even if she just twitched the corner of her mouth, his heart would tighten.

It was as if he wanted to lay the best of everything in the world before her.

"Hmph... wah!"

The baby scrunched up her little face, her brows furrowing, her mouth opening, about to cry.

Caleb suddenly panicked, his arms holding the baby stiffened, not knowing where to place his hands.

He dared not shake her too hard, yet feared that not moving would make her more uncomfortable.

He looked down at her aggrieved little face, his mind going blank.

Completely forgetting all the calming techniques taught in prenatal classes.

The old butler rarely saw the young master like this, chuckling while shaking his head, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"The young lady is hungry, go ask the Female Master to feed her. If she doesn’t, this little voice will tear the roof off."

Caleb quickly nodded, carefully handing the baby back to the butler.

He straightened his collar, smoothed his sleeves, took a deep breath, and then walked to the other side of the room.

Reaching the door, he raised his hand, and gently knocked twice on the door panel with his knuckles.

"Female Master, are you awake? The child is hungry."

There was no response from inside.

The soft light from the hallway spilled gently over the floor.

The curtains in the room were tightly closed, not a single ray of light came through, unusually quiet.

He tried to communicate using spiritual power; it’s their usual means of contact.

As long as they were close, they could convey emotions or simple messages through spiritual waves.

But this time, the spiritual touch he released was like a stone sinking into the sea.

He concentrated and tried again, still unable to sense any response.

It was as if there were no emotions in that room at all.

As silent as death.

Caleb’s brow gradually furrowed, a hint of unease crossing his heart.

In theory, even though the Female Master was weak postpartum and needed rest, she would never be unresponsive to the outside world.

What’s more, with her sensitivity to the child’s cries, how could she not hear?

He pushed the door open a crack, confirmed that the baby was securely held by the butler, and then stepped inside.

As the door closed, cool air swept over him.

The temperature was unusually low, evidently, the air conditioning had been on too long.

He quickly approached the bed but halted halfway.

Just coming near the bed, he sensed something was off.

Usually, as long as he stood by the Female Master, whether she was awake or not, there was always a gentle, intimate force that drew him in.

That was the unique spiritual wave of a female, warm and peaceful.

Whenever he felt anxious or burdened with tasks, just sitting beside her with his eyes closed for a moment.

That aura would stabilize his spiritual power quickly.

But now, there was no such sensation at all.